Airports were always a mess — loud, bright, crowded, and swarming with fans whose energy bounced off every polished surface. Bada was used to it by now. The posters, the phones, the chants, the security pushing everyone back with gentle but firm hands.

She kept her head down like usual. Cap on. Mask up. Hoodie half-zipped. Her team moved in a tight V-formation, cutting through the terminal like they’d rehearsed it.

“No gifts today,” her manager muttered under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear. “Flight’s in twenty. Don’t stop.”

Bada nodded automatically.

But then—

She saw you.

Right in the middle of it all. No screaming. No sign. No camera shoved in her face. Just… you. Standing there with a small box wrapped in silver ribbon, eyes soft and steady, like the chaos around you didn’t even touch you.

And god — you were gorgeous.

Not loud-gorgeous. Not trying-too-hard gorgeous. But the kind of gorgeous that made time hesitate. That made the noise around her dull just slightly. Ethereal. Untouchable. Unforgettable.

She didn’t realize she’d slowed until someone behind her bumped her shoulder.

“Bada—” her manager warned.

But she kept walking. Just a little slower. Her eyes locked on yours.

And as she passed, you held out the gift.

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t shout her name. Just smiled — small, knowing, like you knew what you were doing to her.

Her manager reached to block your hand, but Bada beat him to it. Took the box without a word. Let her fingers brush yours — just for a second.

That was all.

But the look she gave you…

Eyes searching. Brows pinched ever so slightly. Head tilted like she was trying to remember a dream she hadn’t even had yet.

It was barely a moment.

But it was enough for the fans.

⸻

A few hours later, while the team waited to board, her phone buzzed nonstop. Her name was trending.

And right there in the middle of the chaos:

“DID YALL SEE THE LOOK SHE GAVE TO THAT FAN??” 🧵🪡 — @lee-bae-station

Attached: a 5-second clip. Shaky. Blurry. But her face was clear. The way her eyes locked on someone off-camera. The way she softened. The way her hand reached before her brain even registered it.

The tweet was blowing up.

And in the replies:

“Why does it feel like they had history?”

“What the hell was in that gift??”

“When’s the wedding”

“Petition to find the ethereal fan PLEASE”

“She looked at her like she was gravity.”

⸻

Later, alone in her hotel room, Bada unwrapped the box.

Inside: A handwritten note. And something simple — thoughtful — something no fan could’ve guessed she needed.

“For when it gets too loud. I hope this makes you breathe softer.”

She read the note twice.

And smiled to herself.

Because suddenly… You weren’t just a fan.

You were a question she needed the answer to.